Solstice has come and gone.... the days are (still imperceptibly) getting longer. This means that I have an extra two minutes or so for a swift blog'n'dash...
That wasn't a bad place to be with a week to go on a two year old's garment.
However the following days involved frenzied cleaning and shopping so that our home could be magically (okay, without magic, and with much manual labor) transformed from the cluttered haven of three messy females and one long-suffering would-be-neatnik male into a open-house-worthy expanse of clear surfaces, and so that there would be a Yule/Christmas tree in the house, and there would be something in the stockings on the intended morning and.....
Once I achieved that annual state of clutter-free surfaces, I cluttered the recently exposed surfaces with Father Christmas figures and candles (no reason to keep the surfaces nervous), and cooked and cleaned etc in preparation for our annual Solstice Party. It all went well.
Then I turned my attention to the Obligatory Gift to be given on the 23rd to the child of the niece I see annually. I HAD made progress, but even after a bit of post-party knitting, it still looked like this:
Nice big collar eh? but that's supposed to be a hood....
So anyway, this meant I would need to knit in the car. Which means I would need to persuade DH that he really did want to do all the driving.
I had help on that front. Not help we like, mind you.... but help none-the-less You see, when I rose and gathered things for the one-day trip to Chicagoland for this holiday party with the in-laws, I could not find my glasses. I looked, C looked, J looked. C and J and I looked again. Even DH looked (unprecedented). No glasses. None. And no time to continue looking. Off we went, with me blinking and squinting to see if I could crisp up the edged of things more than seven feet away. Clearly, no driving would be done by me.
So I knit.
There was completion! But since it was finished in the car, ends woven in the car, ends snipped in the car, garment nestled in tissue in the car, and tissue-wrapped garment placed in the handy-dandy gift sack in the car.... all photos taken were taken in the car -- on the road.
Here is the front of the hood draped over my knee:
I took the cables that ran up the sleeves, and across the shoulders, and angled them up around the back of the hood so that they met just below the crown of the hood. This meant that I imposed some shaping (sort of short-row style) in the back of the hood which involved kitchenering two stitches, knitting another "row", kitchenering two more, knitting another two rows, etc. until the cables had been fully kitchenered. I also short rowed so that the cable band at the front edge of the hood is two rows shorter than the main body of the hood (under the theory that this would help it stay up if desired).
So anyway, I got that done. Just in time. phew.
What? The Wallaby doesn't have cables? Yes, that's true. The Wonderful Wallaby is not originally designed with cables. None. You get garter stitch, ribbing, and stockingette in the original pattern. I, however, have never been able to knit one without it being attacked by calbes somewhere along the way. This edition, with only a cable at each side "seam line", a cable up the outside of each sleeve, and cables forming the edges of the pocket and hood, is the least cabled one I've ever made. It's practically cable free! (for me anyway). Some day I'll get pictures of the most cable-infested one I've made. (I had to add a fairly wide insert in the hood to make up for the narrowing caused by all the cables).
ANYWAY ... more on gift knitting: At the party I cast on for my secretary's birthday present (a pair of wrist warmers out of the new Lion Brand Soy blend.). They were finished in record time, and bestowed yesterday - where they were greeted with glee. When last I saw her, they were still on. I will have to take my camera to work to get pictures..
Upon our return from the In-Law event, my own father and stepmother arrived to spend Christmas with us. I have, not surprisingly, been a bit pre-occupied with them and thus have neglected you. I rose early this morning, and Papa still sleeps -- hence this drive-by blog. They leave tomorrow... I'll be able to bore you more once the house is back to it's usual capacity.
This morning, as we were contemplating just how to get driving glasses out of Lens Crafters without a prescription, since my optometrist seems to be out of the office all week, my father found my glasses. He is my hero!
To offset my glee, the dog's Invisible Fence collar stopped working this morning. Oh well, at least I can see to drive where-ever we need to go to solve that problem.
Ain't life grand?